I’ve recently heard 25 referred to as “old” while someone asked my mom if I was married yet.
People I know from high school and college are getting engaged, getting married, having babies, while I’m just here. There has to be something in the water, right? It seems like as soon as June hit, everyone is doing adult things.
And here I am, doing my own thing. Being single. Living at home. Posting on this blog.
But I’m okay with that.
Everyone else is hitting these big life milestones while I’m still sleeping in my childhood bed and hanging out with my dogs and reading a book a week. I know that my time will come, that life has some bigger plan for me, but it’s just hard to not compare where you are right now to where other people are in their lives. Social media doesn’t help. Never has, never will.
I know in the grand scheme of life, 25 is still young. And my generation is starting their lives later on. There’s no big clock somewhere in the sky, ticking down until I’m supposed to get engaged, or get married, or buy a house, or have kids. I can do whatever I want. And if something isn’t in the cards for me after all, then so be it.
I still have so much to learn and so much to do before I want to “settle down”. I want to pay off all of my debt—student loans and car payments—and I want to get a good year or so under my belt at my job before I think about moving out. My parents aren’t kicking me out any time soon. And as for relationships, at this point, I’ll just become a crazy dog lady. It seems easier.
When you were 25, what did you think about life? (Or if you’re not 25 yet, what do you think you’ll be doing at that age?) Did you think you’d be where you are today?